“… In one of the countless billions galaxies of the universe lies a medium-sized star…”
Only a small, black flake. If you have eyes to see. Or a heart that feels.
“And one of its satellites, a green, insignificant planet …”
Empty, white, garish
“…is now dead.”
Silence. There is nothing left. Nothing has remained. As it was in the beginning. At the beginning of all times. Desert ...
From Michael Avallone, „Beneath the planet of the apes”